so yeah…

There is a lot going trough my head right now. Ricky and I are fighting a lot lately. I’m really trying to keep my anger curbed and not let it cause any irrational decisions for me. I think I have been doing a great job at defusing any issues that have come up. Except for this one. I was doing laundry and I pulled some clothes out of the dryer and I noticed something sitting in the bottom of the tumbler. It was a stick of lip balm, or whatever its called. Call it chapstick then. Anyway. That bothers me when I find stuff like that. Its so careless, and completely avoidable. Well most of the time anyway. I get it. It happens sometimes and if it were only sometimes I wouldn’t have said anything. But this wasn’t the first time, or the second, or the third, and so on. It happens a lot. So all I did was say to Ricky “Common Bub. Empty your pockets before you take your clothes off please.” Ricky said something I didn’t hear since I had the exhaust fan on and but I did catch the last thing he said, “…. check the pockets before you throw it in the wash!” I replied with the fact that I shouldn’t have to and it would be a lot easier if you just emptied his pockets. He gets frustrated and said that I was a asshole and that I don’t need to yell at him and mind you I haven’t done anything at this point but tell him that he should empty his pockets. It escalates. Stupid shit. Escalates. I get frustrated that he’s trying to defend himself so adamantly for such a stupid thing. I ask for some time alone so I can curb my anger and not let it get the best of me, and just so I can clear my head. That is me trying. Trying not to get enraged. I go to start another load of laundry and Ricky starts talking shit. Again I didn’t hear what he said because of the exhaust fan and I called him on it. He always does that shit. He says something under his breath so I can hear he’s saying something, and I know its shit talking but I don’t know what it is he said. But yeah, I called him on it. Again we start bickering at each other. I make my way to the kitchen so I can clean it after I cooked Mac and Cheese and there was a little bit in the pot and I was going to just throw it away. He makes sure that I know that that’s not a good idea in his own kind way. Basically telling me that I shouldn’t be stupid and that I should save it. Nice, huh? I throw my hands up in the air and say you clean it then. He agrees to. I get my things together and go for a drive. I call him on the cell, and we get no where with eachother.

So here I am now, sitting in a parking lot on my laptop thinking.

I really tried this time. I really did. I did everything he asked of me. Everything.

I know for a fact that Ricky sometimes posts about our little (sometimes big) fights and obviously its his point of view. Now its mine. Here you go.

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We went go look at a ’94 Dodge Dakota today. Its White with a grey stripe down the side. Its at 128k miles with a 5.2 v8, auto, cold ac, blah blah. Anyway, the guy was asking $3250, I offered him $2500. He didnt take it. I asked him to come back with an offer and he said the best he would do is $3000. I countered again with $2750. He didnt take it. I then said $2800… And honestly thats all that the truck was worth to me. He didnt want to agree to that. He had someone else that was coming to look at it, so we just drove back to his place and we left. I got a call later saying the guy left a deposit on the truck and it was basically sold. All good. Im kinda bummed because it was a nice truck. Clean and everything worked. Oh well. It wasn’t meant to be I guess.